Upon coming home and dropping my bags off in my room, there was a pile of stuff on my bed. Mail my parents didn't forward, random recipes, the Chris Isaak Christmas CD, and some photos.

Not just any photos, but photos of the camping trip Meg and I took two years ago. Yes folks, they were just being developed now. I shall now post a few:

Extreme parking. That is to say, the results of said extreme parking:



Ya gotta dig in deep, pull out the fire, burnin' her head:



And finally, the Tent Majal:



The picture doesn't do it justice. It was huuuuge, and for two people. Who thought Meg and I were raccoons one late night, as we cleaned up from our marshmallow and hot dog feast. //It's going to catch on fire!//. "No it won't!...aw damn, it did...".

There were more pictures, but I had no idea what half of them were of. Too bad I didn't take more pictures of random things, such as the bathroom where the infamous "LET ME INNNNN!" girl wouldn't let me pee in peace, or the inside of the camper van where Meg yelled "SMELLS LIKE POOOOO!" as we tried to sleep one night, but were laughing too hard. Oh, and of course wood-guy, who saw us dragging our bag of fire wood down the road and took pity on us, offering to give our wood a lift to the campgrounds. We totally thought he made off with it, but there is some good in the world!